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Me, sitting on the plane next to my lover. She smiles at me. Her freckles are like jumping sparks of joy. I see love in her eyes. She holds my hand and squeezes it like it was the last time we ever met.
Me, sitting on the plane next to my lover. She smiles at me. Her freckles are like jumping sparks of joy. I see love in her eyes. She holds my hand and squeezes it like it was the last time we ever met.